"doing the deed of the holy inqusition of course, feeding the flames of all that is good and right" red whispered in his poetic voice. 
"he was beating up bad guys" the little girl on his back muttered meekly. The boy was a different one, unfortunately on that was now slowing him down. Red couldn't complain much thought, he often had to do so with others, it was just a burden to bear for his glorious prize of ale.